He was the only male protagonist when I was fifteen or sixteen years old.
In the past three years since I met you, I have blushed, been heartbroken, been overwhelmed, dared not look directly, loved you, pretended not to see it, but watched it thousands of times with my peripheral vision, but life is not a movie, and those unspeakable likes finally said goodbye with youth.
At least we blew the evening breeze together in midsummer, and I didn't miss everything.
Would the male protagonist who had amazed me throughout my youth know that?
Concept: You can't hide your love for someone's eyes